They were intriguing because Melissa had not seen her in anything like them before. Her under garments was distinctive because they were by Calvin Kle...n and made to look like boy’s Jockey briefs in a bright red color with white elastic waistband and white piping around the legs and bra straps. She found them very seductive. Melissa had been sitting on her bed and had stripped down to her bra and panties along with Kathleen. Melissa had returned to her bed and sat on the corner of the bed with. What was this? Obviously she had been a*****ed for forced prostitution abroad, like the urban legends, but surely that couldn’t happen here, on a construction site in the Montreal suburbs. Didn’t things like that only happen to runaways and d**g addicts in urban centres? Part of her wanted to follow her instincts and scream, try to escape, even give her life to save her dignity, but her rational side appealed against such desperate measures. No, it was more logical to wait, to plan, to speak. “Theses are very good, so soft and very strong.”“Anything else.” I asked.She reached into the holdall and withdrew a couple of small floggers and a big black leather paddle with a heart shaped hole in it.I had a flash of inspiration, nodded briefly at Lorraine and pushed Ilke face down on the bed. I immediately then jumped on her bottom and grabbing her hands, pulled them around behind her pinioning her to the bed.Seeing what I was doing, Lorraine caught on fast, she grabbed two of the scarves. Vanessa pushed back and said here he is girls, let's have some fun. Before I could react those vixens pounced on me like sex starved harlots. I was pushed to the bed and stripped of my clothing, two of the girls were already tongue fighting over my penile head. Another one was straddling my face and rubbing her dripping cunt up and down, across my lips and nose. Some one was sucking one of my nipples and another one was licking at my balls and anus. I decided that the b**st defense was to go.